Cut Above the Rest
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Famous Chef André Bissett is on the run. A cut-up food critic was not on the menu.
Famous Chef André Bissett is on the run. A cut-up food critic was not on the menu.
When a famous food critic is found in Chef André’s freezer, all eyes are on him. And why not? André is known for his temper and arguing with anyone that disagree with him. And wasn’t this critic about to give him a bad review?
Melissa Walters is his only saving grace. His sous-chef for many years, and who seems to be one of his few friends, she has more than a professional stake in proving his innocence.
Join the world of fine culinary cuisine with murder on the side.
BONUS: Recipes to dishes mentioned in the book at the end
Melissa Walters is his only saving grace. His sous-chef for many years, and who seems to be one of his few friends, she has more than a professional stake in proving his innocence.
Join the world of fine culinary cuisine with murder on the side.
BONUS: Recipes to dishes mentioned in the book at the end
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Cut Above the Rest - Stephanie Williams
Cut Above the Rest
by Stephanie Williams
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Chapter One
"What in the hell is this? André came running into the kitchen, flailing his arms, almost hitting Franklin, the dishwasher.
What’s what?
Melissa sighed, coming into to the front of the kitchen.
André looked over at her, he glanced over and picked up a dish. It was the Steak Frites. Immediately, Melissa saw the problem. Umm…
Yes!
André yelled.
They wanted the steak well done, with ketchup on the side,
Assistant Chef, Joseph, came rushing over to Melissa’s side.
You didn’t have to come and protect me,
Melissa said, whispering in Josephs ear.
Melissa’s been André’s sous-chef for over ten years. And while some may think that was too long, she enjoyed it every moment—in spite of André.
These peasants we serve,
Andre continued. They need to forge for their food in the back alleys, if this is what they do.
He continued jerking the plate in front of her.
Melissa took it and looked at the food. Yeah, they did ruin it. They killed the cow twice, as they say. I’ll let them know that they just insulted the Van Gough of the culinary world, and they are not to darken the steps of La nourriture des dieux, until they take classes at Le Cordon Bleu. With an average of an A minus of course.
The kitchen went silent, as the staff slowly backed away.
André stood there glaring. Then a smile crept across his craggy face. He went over the Melissa, and kissed her on the forehead. You always manage to bring my blood pressure down.
He took the plate from her. Tracy!
He waved over the waitress. Take this garbage to the swine.
He walked off in a huff.
Melissa shook her head smiling. The kitchen went back to humming, and she went back to cutting up the ingredients for the next dish.
She couldn’t really blame André for getting upset. La nourriture des dieux was not your ordinary French restaurant.
The interior design, the main dining area for one, was clever. Not modern, but French rustic. When patrons sat down for an exquisite meal, it was as if they were eating in the middle of a country French kitchen, in the mountain ranges of France, from the Alps to the Pyrenees.
The kitchen, however, was very modern. It was extensively equipped with the latest gadgets and gizmos, that made a chef’s life easier. But there were no short cuts to the use of ingredients in the dishes. Every dish was made in the French tradition. If you wanted authentic, with no added twists, this was the place to come to.
Franklin came over to her, after the dust had settled. We’re going to call you the
Ass-Hole Whisperer".
Melissa broke out in laughter. Yeah, André was trying someti—no, all the time.
Joseph came over to her. Don’t you start,
She quickly said to him, before he opened his mouth.
Why do you take it?
She looked over at the, tall, lanky man with the disheveled blond hair. He was André’s right-hand man, her being the left. He was much younger than one would expect, being under André, who’s been in the business for over forty years. But he was good.
You don’t understand him like I do. In fact, I bet none of you guys actually sat down and talked with him,
Melissa said, looking over the whole kitchen.
We’re afraid, we’re very afraid,
Kirk, another waiter, said. The kitchen erupted in laughter.
Melissa chuckled. Well, you shouldn’t be.
Hey, we get it,
Franklin said. He’s a good chef and the temperament goes with it. He’s the quintessential Diva."
Franklin should talk. He was everyone’s go to person, if you wanted the latest gossip. With his head shaved and thin goatee; he looked like a much younger version of Samuel L. Jackson.
The greatest,
Joseph corrected him.
We’ve seen his softer side. Not much,
Kirk said, while the others laughed. He pays well, better than any restaurant in town. And he has excellent reviews. But his head is bigger than that suckling pig we had last week.
Melisa gathered up her ingredients off the cutting board. Yeah, I think he just does it to perpetrate the stereotype.
She laughed.
We’ll he’s doing an excellent job,
Tracy said, coming back into the kitchen.
Tracy was her best friend at the restaurant. She was like her personal cheerleader, following her around, singing her praises. Her striking blonde hair shaved on the side and a tattoo at the nape of her neck; wasn’t what you would expect in a waitress at a French restaurant.
André thought she was a bit ditzy, and she was inclined to agree at times. But they both wouldn’t know what to do without her. She knew her job, and knew how to make the customers feel as if they were the only ones at the restaurant.
Oh, table seven wants the stuffed capon,
Tracy said, picking up another dish.
Oooh! My favorite dish to make,
Melissa said. She grabbed a sack of flour, but before she could hoist it on her shoulders, Kirk took it from her.
My lady.
Thank you, Kirk,
Melissa said. Kirk was the type of guy that still threw his jacket over a puddle on the ground, then allowed the woman to walk on it. He was a cute freckled face redhead. A little plump from André’s cooking; he was great advertising for his food. He had a cherub face that matched his sweet personality.
Melissa, now freed up a bit, immediately ran over to the main kitchen. André was sautéing something. Hey.
She tapped him on the shoulder.
Hey, yourself. Got the stuff ready for the ambrosia salad?
Yep. We got an order for stuffed capon.
André stopped what he was doing and looked over at her and smiled. Your specialty.
Yep.
He bowed and swept his hands to the counter. My best regards.
Melissa kissed him on the cheek and went straight to work.
She called for one of the temporary assistant sous-chefs and they got to working.
This was one of the main reasons she stayed. André was more than generous with her. He let her spread her wings in the kitchen. She perfected dishes, until they were good enough, that he put her name on them on the menu.
He was tough, however. That was okay. If she wanted to own her own restaurant, then tough was what he needed to be. He encouraged her. Personally, took it upon himself to teach her. And not just cooking. The ways of the culinary world. The language, the style.
She was so grateful to him. He was that adult she needed in her life, that was missing so many years.
You have perfected this, that you can make it in your sleep, cheri.
André said coming over to her.
I know, I know. I just want to make sure. I’m waiting for someone to order the Chateaubriand. A lot of people are not eating beef.
Melissa groused a little.
That’s because they don’t know how to eat it. Like that steak. Well done.
André huffed and shook his head. A fine piece of meat like that. I’m seriously considering buying all my beef from a convenient store, instead of the meat market.
Melissa laughed. André, you’re too much.
André took her by the wrist. Tell you what. Come over to the summer place this weekend, and make it for me.
Melissa side-eyed him. And have you grade it?
You said I’m your best critic.
He raised his finger at her. I am hard on you, because it makes you better.
Melissa nodded, while still cutting.
You want the restaurant you open to be an extension of you. The food that comes out of there, is you.
Melissa nodded again in agreement. Everything and every critique, André gave her, was to make her better.
And the food critics that critique your food?
she smiled slyly at him.
Bah!
he waved his hand. They are phonies. They couldn’t tell if filet mignon was served to them on a bun with a special sauce.
Oh André.
Melissa laughed.
I am going out on the floor to mingle with my guests.
Don’t bite anyone’s head off, André. I have to get this dish together and I don’t have time to come and pull you off a customer.
André placed his hands on his chest and grimaced. Qui, moi? I will not cause trouble.
He left the kitchen.
I bet my next paycheck,
her assistant said.
Mmm. That man is a hand full, that’s for sure. Come on, let’s get this dish together.
The rest of the evening went without any major developments. Some of the waitstaff complained however…. about the tips.
Melissa went to André’s office. He was looking over the reservations he had for tomorrow. A full house again,
he cheered.
The seats never get cold,
Melissa said, taking a seat.
That’s because of me,
André said, beating his chest.
I have to agree with you there.
Melissa watched the man she called among other things, her mentor. Older, in his late sixties, but didn’t look it—or act it. A close shaved white beard and mustache, one would say he looked like a man of distinction. However, get him madm and that Brooklyn temper came out in a New York second.
And thanks to my sous-chef and wait staff. The best a man can ask for.
He pinched her cheek, something she hated, but tolerated.
And my Assistant Chef of course,
he continued.
Well, speaking of waitstaff, their tips are sad.
What’s this?
He looked at her with concern.
Tracy got a twenty-dollar tip, on a three hundred and seventy-five-dollar check.
What?
André was furious.
The one thing he hated was when his staff was under appreciated.
Melissa did understand him. And even though the staff was giving her a hard time, they did too. She wasn’t just talking back in there. André paid them above minimum wage. He believed he would get great work from those that didn’t have to worry about paying their electric bill.
Tips, he said, was a customer saying, I love your work.
Making a great dish was as close to painting a masterpiece. And the only way you could show appreciation for a great painting, is paying for the picture. A waiter or waiters, you tip for great service.
Is she the only one?
he asked.
Nope, Cathy, Kirk and Tim.
André threw down his appointment book. Why do customers come to an expensive place like this and throw dimes at my staff. I know my people; I see them out there busting her asses. They go way beyond the call of duty to these…crofters!
I know.
Melissa sighed.
I don’t want the gratuity added to the check, like some restaurants do. I want people to show their gratitude sincerely. It makes my staff happy to know that they genuinely like what they’re doing.
I know. Some people come here though, with just enough for the check and tax,
Melissa tried to explain.
Then don’t come here at all!
André shouted.
Melissa raised her hands. Look, just telling you what’s going on.
I know, cheri. I don’t mean to yell at you.
André sighed. I must rethink this.
"In the meantime, I came here